William was already in a bad mood to begin with, and Tyler’s appearance made things worse.

He let out a cough and said calmly, “Here to bring Samantha’s mother for a check-up.”

Tyler nodded pensively and hummed.

Rachel shut her eyes tight. She wouldn’t claim to know Tyler very well, but she knew that he would never bother to show others undue respect.

Him humming meant one thing—trouble was about to befall them.

As she expected, Tyler’s words dropped like a bomb on William’s head. He refused to preserve William’s pride, not even bothering to veil the truth for him.

“You didn’t even bother about your wife, who almost fainted by the roadside, and here you are, bringing the mother of your dream woman for a check-up. What a good husband and filial son you are!”

Not only did Tyler’s words bring shame upon William, but they even managed to embarrass Samantha, who was standing nearby.

She pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes as she said in a trembling voice, “Mr. Hunt, don’t blame William! This has nothing to do with him. I was the one who asked him to bring my mom and me here for a check-up. This time…”

“Hold it right there, Ms. Judd. I have immunity to pretentious bitches, so the act you’re trying to put on has no effect on me. Anyway, this is your private affair. It’s none of my business. Isn’t it your turn to see the doctor? Hurry up, don’t waste other people’s time.”

Tyler didn’t bother giving Samantha the chance to explain herself and simply cut her off.

Samantha didn’t even have the time to conjure up tears. She stood stunned, not knowing what to do at that moment.

Others may not know Tyler well, but William did. He knew that pursuing the matter further wouldn’t do anyone good.

He simply nodded at Tyler.

“We’ll be off, then.”

William brought Samantha and Charmaine straight into the consulting room that Rachel had just left.

Tyler scoffed and stuck his hands in his pockets. He made his way leisurely to Rachel’s side and pulled out a napkin for her.

“Need a cry?”

Rachel sniffed, snapping back to attention and forcing her tears back in. “There’s nothing to cry about.”

“Oh, I thought I could finally put this napkin to good use. What a pity, I’ll just have to use it to wipe my mouth after a meal.” Tyler stuffed the napkin back in his pocket and placed the prescription and bill in Rachel’s palm. “Tell William to pay me back.”

Rachel glanced at the figure towering before her and back at the bill in her palm.

It was 150 dollars.

She was beginning to understand why Tyler was able to grow LS Enterprise to such stellar excellence in a matter of just two years.

Rachel lay on the bed as she was hooked up to an IV drip. The doctor put her on an oxygenator in consideration of her breathing difficulties.

After half an hour, she finally felt herself more or less restored.

Tyler sat on the chair, his legs crossed and his back slightly bent over as he looked at his phone. His svelte fingers flew across the screen, as if dancing to a beautiful melody. Paired with the elegant cufflinks and his white shirt, it made for a mesmerizing sight.

Rachel thought that while her fingers were long and nice to look at too, they were nothing compared to Tyler’s. There was a sort of weight and power to a man’s hands.

Tyler, sensing a gaze on him, looked up. He followed Rachel’s gaze and realized she was looking at his hands.

He said in jest, “Shall I bring a knife and chop them off so you can bring it home and admire them all day long?”